ALLEGORY Poem: Poison Food, by Scoonge Sull

Ignored as one does a decorative piece.
Left amongst the dust and wasted space.

Convenient, such as a desperate friend.
Obediently waiting to be called upon again.

Hung up along with punching bags,
gently cleaned with warm, damp rags.

Dug from the background of bragging rights,
hiding the scars from judging sights.

They wait and wait till needed from you,
collected as kindling, guilt-ridden fuel.

Even the ones who are kindest to you,
will still poison your food.